There was this kid in one store that was deliberately making his father laugh. I'm not sure how old he was--pre talking, it seemed. He'd flutter his lips at his father, his father would crack up, lather, rinse repeat.

I exclaimed "How cute! He's making his daddy laugh!" and he looked over at us, evaluated us, and began the same routine. Quite successfully, I must note.

Apparently then telling the dad "He's quite manipulative, for such a little thing" gained me a weird look. I did mean it as a compliment, though.

you know what bras are more mechanical and supermechanical at that? 38DD.

40DDD. IJS. At least you can expect to return to the nice ones.

Until I could no longer bend like that easily, I sucked my big toes. Then I replaced them with my thumb. Apparently, I was quite annoyed to give up the toes.

IKEA had no satisfactory lampshades. AC Moore Crafts was closed, so... and yep, the safeway was open. Shocking! The staff was all the junior clerks and the manager was the lovely woman who I know celebrates Diwali(?), so I'm guessing not easter.

So I got rag rugs, candles, a bat and coffee filters. And ziplocs. SO EXCITING.

Need to start the meat soon.

We went to the grocery store and I have come home and changed into PJs. I am totally wiped out from my first week of work and then going out last night. Surgery has turned me into Boring Mcsleepypants.

All kinds of health-ma and vibes to Grace and Noah.

I don't expect to shop for much more than groceries in the immediate future.

MEAT in about an hour and a half!

Kat, for what it's worth, I said a prayer for Noah and Grace at mass this morning.

I am a bad Catholic: hadn't been to mass since Christmas. But I do love Easter mass, because of the clothes and the music and oh, the darling little kids. We had a baptism and three first communions today, and the priest's entire extended family was there (his sister is the city manager), so he got to tease his huge brothers and messes of nephews.

Ran in the morning, went to mass, discovered that my niece is now taller than me (!!) (but I have way more boobage), and now I'm kicking around the house before going to my sisters for lamb-apalooza. And flourless chocolate cake (which is basically a big chocolate pudding, don't let them convince you otherwise).

flourless chocolate cake (which is basically a big chocolate pudding, don't let them convince you otherwise).

I've had some that have almost had crumb. I demand more gooiness from my chocolate puddings.

Now, what the raw vegans try and sell me as chocolate cake--uh, that's chocolate goo. And even more than I can handle.

You people are making me want chocolate.

My apartment smells of roasting apple, maple, garlic, cinamon and soy sauce. Mmmm.

except now we have an excess of chocolate.

::blink blink:: I know these words but they don't make sense in this sentence.

It's weird to have easter baskets but no religious tradition to go with it, huh?

Raised in a non-religious household with Easter baskets every year. Not weird to me. We have baskets for the kids with stickers, M&M minis, mini Reese's Cups and purple bunny Peeps. Lots of empty plastic eggs which Liv enjoys with such glee it's almost cruel that she doesn't realize that they're empty.

I need to get to Macy's and Nordstom's for shopping at some point in the near future. A new bra is on my list. Along with a dress for the wedding, shoes, and an outfit for the rehersal dinner. My mother informed me that I need new clothes for that, too, since it's being held at a country club. *sigh* I'm considering rebelling with the dress Matt linked to earlier.

Lots of surgery ~ma for Noah & Grace.